Love Cliche Lyrics

Love Cliche lyrics

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba
ba ba

Ba ba ba



You see I met her on a monday

And her
name was chill

From the what-the-hell family’s

Relation to free
will

Yeah she circled my circumference

Said she had some time to
kill

Been combing the beach for a beautiful freak

And I just might
fit the bill

She said:



Ooh, I think I’m liking you

Ooh, do you feel the same way too? 

I said, ooh, I think I do

I
said, ooh, I think you’re cute

I said, ooh, merci beaucoup

I
said, ooh ooh

And maybe I’m calling you baby

And I might just say
you’re my love cliche



You’re my love cliche

You’re my
love cliche

You’re my love cliche

And I like it that way



You’re my love cliche

You’re my love cliche

You’re
my love cliche

And I like it that way



So we fell in love
that summer

Underneath the star wars sign

Drinking cases of each
other

And guitar and april wine

And we lay down in the alley

As the sunlight hit the pine

And talked of all things great

Like
the rose of gertrude stein

And we fell in love that summer

But it
lasted eighteen weeks

Used to kiss her on the hummer

Now I kiss her
on the cheek

And I vividly remember

In a moment of recline

When she whispered in my ear

"i think I like both kinds"



She said, ooh, I think I do

I said, ooh, I think you’re
cute

She said, ooh, merci beaucoup

I said, ooh ooh

And maybe
I’m chasing amy

And I might just say you’re my love cliche



You’re my love cliche

You’re my love cliche

You’re my love
cliche

And I like it that way



You’re my love cliche

You’re my love cliche

You’re my love cliche

And I like it
that way



I’m feeling love

I’m feeling love

I’m
feeling love

I’m feeling love



I’m feeling love

I’m feeling love

I’m feeling love

I’m feeling love



So why don’t you tell me what’s great? 



When the
puck hits the net

At the stanley cup game

And miles hits the
notes

When he sketches out of spain

And the wedding gets you
high

From the perfect catering

And love makes you lie

Even
though you bought the ring

And you screw with your spine

And the
minor chord change

And the more things change

The more they stay
the same

But I’m looking for your kind

Yeah I’ll drive through
the driving rain

’cause what was so wrong

From the very
beginning

That we would have to change



You’re my love
cliche

You’re my love cliche

You’re my love cliche

And I
like it that way



You’re my love cliche

You’re my love
cliche

You’re my love cliche

And I like it that way



And maybe I’m calling you baby,

And I might just say you’re my
love cliche



I’m in love

I’m in love

I’m in
love



I’m in love

I’m in love

I’m in love